Although Gu Fenghua's strength is strong, and there are two demons, one plant and one beast, who help each other, she may not be better than Fang Tianyou who understands Fengyun qianepjian. Is she really qualified to let Luo Changfeng draw the sword?

By the way, Gu Fenghua has just been to Zichen hall, and should have entered the seventh hall. However, each hall only stayed for a few days, and only stayed for seven days in the last hall. In such a short time, even if she has more feelings, how much can her cultivation be improved?

When they thought about it, their mood, which had been excited again, fell down again, and they began to worry about Gu Fenghua.

"Fenghua, or forget it."

"Don't be rash In Fenghua's ears, there are two channels of gathering Qi to transmit sound at the same time. One is from Xie Huaiyuan, the other is from Shanghai Expo.

Not only the young monks under the stage, but also they are worried about the same thing.

If it's a normal contest, it's a defeat. It's a big deal. But the temple of Guanghua came prepared this time with the idea of drawing money from the bottom. They don't want Gu Fenghua to have any more accidents.

"Don't worry, I'm quite sure." Gu Fenghua gathered Qi to deliver sound, and said to them with confidence.

Xie Huaiyuan is nothing more. Fang's concern for the Expo really surprised and moved her.

Xie Huaiyuan and Fang Shibo have seen that Gu Fenghua is soft on the outside and firm on the inside. She is not as soft and weak as a helpless little white flower on the surface. They also know that her exquisite mind is not a rash person. She can't make fun of her accomplishments, so they don't advise her any more.

Gu Fenghua catches his mind, looks at Luo Changfeng, and slowly raises his sword.

Although even the sword and sheath are wrapped in the silk cloth, if you look at it carefully, there are still some magical lights like stars through the cracks of the silk cloth.

Luo en and Bai pangzi, ye colorless, are excited and looking forward to Gu Fenghua.

Everyone thought that they only stayed in the seventh important Hall of Zichen hall for seven days, but they knew that for Gu Fenghua, just seven days was equivalent to ten years of cultivation. Not only the cultivation level was promoted to the third grade of soul saint, but also the understanding of eight swords returning to yuan was higher.

Now, how powerful should her real combat power be?

"Gu Fenghua, let me see what's amazing about your unique skills in the cloud valley. How dare you be so arrogant?" Unfortunately, Luo Changfeng didn't know these things. He still held his sword and said with a face of arrogance.

I have to admit that this guy's posture of holding a long sword seems free and uninhibited. It's a bit of the wind of the legendary crazy men hiding their swords. The group of Xinghua monks under the stage are even more worried.

"Has anyone ever told you a word?" Gu Fenghua asked suddenly.

"What's that?" Luo Changfeng didn't expect that Gu Fenghua was still in the mood to chat with him at this time.

"Load x, be struck by thunder!" As soon as Gu Fenghua's words were heard, the sword had been cut out.

The sword is startling, the wind and cloud change color!

Even if there are layers of silk cloth wrapped, they can't cover the white sword spirit. The whole sky is covered by the dazzling sword light, as if it were broken, and as if everything in the world would be destroyed by this sword.

Luo Changfeng didn't expect that Gu Fenghua's sword was so powerful. In shock, his face turned pale and colorless. There was no free and uninhibited.